Chapter 47

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Nekane

Nekane

"Getting rid of the cause of your anger helps." They said.

So why the fuck was I still angry?

Why was I wishing that I could bring those bastards back to life so I could kill them again?

I flung my knife across the room and watch as it penetrated deep into the wood near my window, where the others I had flung were. I had come straight to my room after finding Luna and for some reason she was taking her sweet time coming here so I had to release my anger in some other way.

Saying I was mad was an understatement. I was fuming and honestly, starting to regret getting rid of them that quickly; I should've taken my time, torture them slowly, physically and mentally. I should've forced them to hurt themselves instead of one another. To have their mind turn into vegetables as they cut off their limbs pieces by pieces until they only had torso's left. Then I would've burned off their flesh and have the maggots eat into their meat.

Maybe I should've let Sakura watched too. My lips pulled into a sneer at the thought of the pure rage rumbling through her voice earlier. It wasn't just anger but deprivation, deprivation that she couldn't do what they did to her back. I'd hate to think that I robbed her of the satisfaction of seeing them beg for forgiveness on their knees, but I couldn't help it.

They touched her.

They touched someone their filthy eyes should've never even landed on and that aggravated me. I could feel every inch of my veins burning with rage, the heat rising up from the back of my neck to my ears.

It was the anger I tamed a long time ago, the one that made my commanders in the north saw me as a problem, the one that drove me to destroy any and anyone that stood in my way. I hadn't felt that anger in so long, it was quiet for so long but now it was knocking at my door again, begging to be release. But I had to hold back.

I breathed in a shaky breath, letting the oxygen run through my body as the blood circulated in my veins. Once calm – in a sense – I got up to retrieve the knives I had thrown. I made it just a few steps before the sound of my door swinging opened alerted me of her presence. Her light footsteps didn't do much to hide it either, but it wasn't like she was hiding.

Luna was like that. She was the type whose presence demanded attention whenever she stepped into the room, the type of beauty that would make you stop and stare. But that's all there was. I'm sure she was smart, crafty - she was a delling after all - but I didn't care to learn.

"Took you long enough." I said, not bothering to hide the edge annoyance in my voice. She knew why she was there.

"I'm sorry, Alastor had call for a meeting, I don't even remember what he was talking about." She flashed me a white mouthed grin on my way back to the table with knives in hands. Without saying anything else she just watched me place my weapons back down, taking in every inch of my exposed skin through unapologetic, curious eyes.

I could already hear her breathing starting to hitch, her heartbeat slowing down and her throat forcing down the saliva in her mouth. Just like the first time I saw her.

I met Luna at the meeting Dimitri crashed to become a commander; she was the one who lied saying he was telling the truth.

Why? I have no idea, and neither did I cared.

I was so pissed about the authority he seemed to have found in his dream to tell me to stay away from Sakura that I needed a way to forget it. Fortunately for me someone once said that in order to get rid of your anger, you either kill someone or fuck someone. The first wasn't an option that day and I had already done it today which meant I had to pick the latter.

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